Jingcheng Film Academy.

Sun Yi is honestly registering his personal information in the guard room.

The security guard on the side was on the phone.

"Well, okay, I see, I'll let him in."

Putting down the phone, the security guard said to Sun Yi:

"Okay, don't board, go in, put the car in the parking space, hurry up and find your guide to get a pass, you won't be able to enter the door in the future."

When Sun Yi heard this, he smiled, "Eh, eh, I know." ”

This is the first time Sun Yi has returned to school after buying a car, and he was directly detained by the security guard at the door.

No matter how much he argued, it was useless to say that he was a student of this school, he had to register, and he had to call the teacher to confirm.

Not accommodating at all.

It is said that many unknown luxury cars have recently entered the campus to pick up and drop off female students in the performance department, which has caused a great adverse impact on the school, so the school leaders have asked to strengthen the management of vehicles in and out, and unidentified vehicles are not allowed to enter.

No, Sun Yi was also managed.

Originally, he had just finished the rough cut of "The Nameless" today, and he wanted to take a break, but who knew that Mr. Tian Zhuang suddenly summoned him with a phone call.

What's even more infuriating is that the old man didn't say anything on the phone, so he let him come.

Sun Yi got back into the car, drove into the school, and went straight to the teaching building.

After parking and entering the space in one go, he put on his shoulder bag, and after finding the office of the director of the director department with ease, he politely knocked on the door.

"Enter."

A voice came from the office.

Sun Yi opened the door gently, and then saw a bearded old man sitting at the desk by the window looking at him through the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Sun Yi bowed slightly.

"Teacher Tian."

Tian Zhuang snorted lightly, "Well, your kid is here." ”

Sun Yi hurriedly stood up straight and said in an extremely serious tone:

"Teacher Tian has a call, don't dare to disobey the kid."

Tian Zhuang chuckled lightly and took off his glasses.

"It's not bad, the mouth is still so sweet, sit down, what's the matter, I have to invite you, old man."

"Eh, eh, Hoo."

Sun Yi just sat down, and immediately took out a thermos cup-sized iron tube from his satchel and handed it to Tian Zhuang with a smile.

Tian Zhuang took the thing, his eyes were confused, and he teased:

"Yo, the boy sent a gift to the old man, he has nothing to do, he is either a traitor or a thief, I can tell you in advance, the old man is a teacher, and his temper is still very stinky, but I can't help you as a great director."

"Tsk, Mr. Tian, what do you think of me, I'm just going to a foreign place to be afraid of a show, bring you some souvenirs, it's nothing, you open it first and see if you like it."

In the face of Sun Yi's bewitchment, Tian Zhuang also became a little interested in the inconspicuous little tube in front of him, and picked it up and looked at it twice.

Not heavy.

Shake lightly twice.

The rhythmic sound of "sand" and "sand" came to my ears.

Good!

"Tea?"

"Uh-huh."

Hearing Sun Yi's affirmative reply, Tian Zhuang nodded and asked again:

"Shall I open it?"

"It's for you, let's go."

Tian Zhuang twisted it and didn't open it.

It's pretty tight.

I put more effort into it.

With a "pop", the lid opened.

A fragrance that penetrates the heart and lungs comes to the face.

Tian Zhuang poured out a little and put it in his palm and stared at it.

The shape of the tea leaves is tightly knotted, slender and curly, and the color is emerald green.

"Hairy tip?"

Sun Yi nodded.

"Oh, yes, you're guessing."

Tian Zhuang looked puzzled, pulled the tea with his other hand twice, and sniffed vigorously in front of his nose, thinking that Sun Yi was going to Qiannan to film, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked tentatively:

"Duyun hairy tip?"

"Hmm."

"The one nominated by the chairman?"

"Oh, I don't see it, you're still an expert."

Sun Yi gave Tian Zhuang a thumbs up.

Don't look at the appearance is inconspicuous, but this is the most authentic Duyun Maojian that he specially asked for favors to buy during Duyun's filming, and only bought five cans, in addition to the one that was given to Uncle Zhang at the scene, he also brought back four cans, one can for Comrade Lao Sun, one can for Han Dong to find an opportunity, keep one for himself, and the last can is the one in front of Tian Zhuang's eyes.

Duyun Maojian, one of the top ten famous teas in China, was named by Chairman Mao in 1956, and it can definitely be regarded as the top grade of tea.

"Okay, even if you kid has a heart, I'll take it."

Saying that, Tian Zhuang was afraid that Sun Yi would regret it, so he directly opened the drawer of the desk and put the tea in it, and took out a key to lock the drawer.

The appearance of this old naughty boy provoked Sun Yi to grin.

Originally, he also honored his old man, and there was no such thing as remorse.

"By the way, Mr. Tian, you called me today, what the hell is going on?"

"Oh, this isn't busy, how did you make a movie?"

Speaking of this, Sun Yi came to the spirit and told Mr. Tian Zhuang about the difficulties and solutions encountered in the filming of "The Nameless".

Tian Zhuang also used his years of experience to help Sun Yi summarize from time to time.

Including the scheduling of some scenes, the selection of camera positions, and so on.

The two chatted with great interest for a long time.

"The film is finished, how is the editing?"

"Oh, the first rough cut is finished, I just brought it, teacher, take a look, give me some pointers?"

When Sun Yi received a call from Mr. Tian Zhuang before, he thought it should be related to the movie "Nobody", so he directly brought the first version of the rough cut material over.

As he spoke, he took out a hard drive from his bag, which was a rough cut backup version.

Tian Zhuang was also quite interested, rubbing his hands and saying:

"Okay, okay, come."

As he spoke, he got up and beckoned Sun Yi to go with him.

As the director of the directing department of the Beijing Film Academy, he has a special pulling room, which is next door to the office.

One old and one young, entered the pull-tab room and began to watch.

The editing order in the later stage of the film is generally in the order of rough cut, fine cut, and final cut.

A rough cut is usually a version of stitching together all the shots taken on set of a movie in the order of the story script or the chronology of the shooting, with little to no excessive "editing" operations.

It is generally used to evaluate whether the rhythm of the film and the performance of the actors are in place, to see if it is necessary to enable or add backup materials, that is, reshoots, and it is also used for test screenings or market research.

Sun Yi's rough cut is completely arranged and edited in the order of the characters, and the editing of the multi-line narrative has not yet begun, and the overall time is also very long, more than three hours.

If it is an ordinary movie fan sitting in a cinema watching a movie for three hours, it will definitely feel dizzy, while for a professional director, it will be three hours of continuous filming.

Sprinkle water, it's just a small thing.

Time flies.

After reading it, Tian Zhuang rubbed his eyes that were a little astringent, and sighed.

"No, I'm getting old, I think at the beginning, I was in the editing room, and I stayed for a big day, but now for more than three hours, I already feel back pain."

"How can you, you're getting older and stronger now."

"My body knows by itself, and when I am old, I am old."

Sun Yi smiled and did not speak.

Tian Zhuang supported his waist with one hand, and was about to get up, but Sun Yi stepped forward to help him.

"Let's go, go for a walk downstairs with me, an old man."

"Okay."

Behind the BJ teaching building is a small garden, which coincides with the April day, full of new greenery, and the old and young stroll among the green trees and grass, looking quite leisurely.

"Your movie, judging from the previous script, should be prepared to take a multi-line narrative, let's talk about it, how are you going to cut it next?"

This is to test me.

"Mr. Tian, I think so, the movie takes place in one day, and the clue throughout the whole film is 'the lost gun'. I plan to use the timeline as the base axis, and use the step-by-step display of the clues to find the 'gun' to advance the story and connect the plots of each character. ”

"Well, yes, you have a deep understanding of multi-line storytelling, and I don't have much more to teach you."

As he spoke, Tian Zhuang paused, raised a finger, and continued:

"Except for one thing, you have to pay attention, I see that most of your rough cutouts are close-ups, and for wide-angle lenses, they are used less. I suggest you use a wide-angle lens to switch between multi-line narrative scenes, do you know why? ”

"Hiss"

Sun Yi lowered his head in contemplation.

Close-ups are known for being immersive, allowing the viewer to feel empathized with, and feel like a participant in the film.

The wide-angle lens can detach the viewer from the film, from the participant to the observer, that is, a mode of "God's perspective".

I see.

"Mr. Tian, the wide-angle lens allows the audience to change the original narrative perspective and transition from the next scene emotionally and naturally. There is no obtrusive feeling. ”

"Well, that's good."

Tian Xiang looks like a teachable son, how does he see how satisfied Sun Yi is now.

"Nothing else, to be honest, boy, you are very unexpected, this movie is very well completed, it really doesn't look like it was made by a rookie director, it is very mature in all aspects."

Sun Yi smiled modestly and replied:

"Mr. Tian, when I was an assistant director in "Those Years" before, you taught me a lot, how to say, I also have to improve a little."

Tian Xiang waved his hand and spoke earnestly.

"It's different, the director's thing, relying on hand-in-hand teaching, is not very useful, more relies on a comprehension, and other shooting skills, no matter how well they are mastered, they are just to increase their craftsmanship, and they can't be put on the stage."

Sun Yi actually disagreed with Mr. Tian's remarks in his heart, but he did not refute it, in a sense, an ingenious director, as long as he chooses a good theme and does not waste himself, he can also dedicate an excellent commercial film to the audience.

The pursuit of the older generation of fifth-generation directors is still the supremacy of art.

But he also understands Mr. Tian Zhuang's pursuit of film art.

The education they received as fifth-generation directors and the pasts they were proud of, including the accolades they received, were all earned in this way.

Therefore, they will assume that art films are the truth.

However, now that the times have changed, it will inevitably be commercial films that will shine in the future.

It's like a generation of gods in the game, if you are against the planner, there will be no good fruit to eat.

Tian Zhuang slowed down and glanced at Sun Yi from the corner of his eye, as if he had seen through Sun Yi's thoughts.

"You kid must think I'm an old stubborn, and I'm still clinging to literary movies."

Sun Yi lowered his head and smiled, but did not make a sound, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

"Literary films, commercial films, are all movies, I think they can be interconnected, who said that commercial production can't make profound art, there is no reason for this, the key lies in the director."

Sun Yi's eyes widened in surprise.

I didn't expect Mr. Tian to have this awareness, and he is not a conservative person.

Looking at Sun Yi's surprised eyes, Tian Zhuang's self-deprecating shook his head and said with a smile:

"Just like what I told you last time, our generation is old and can't be changed, so the hope of Chinese movies is in your generation of young people, I hope that you, especially you, don't overkill, don't be black and white, don't divide anything commercial, literary and artistic, as long as the audience likes it, it can make the audience sigh 'good' after watching it, and can experience the joys, sorrows and sorrows in the movie, then it is a good movie."

"That's what we have to do as directors."

Hearing this, Sun Yi understood the intention of Teacher Tian Zhuang's words.

This is to hope that he will not be limited to the distinction between commercial films and literary films in the future, and always keep in mind the truth of audience first.

Sun Yi nodded solemnly and called the teacher from the bottom of his heart.

"Teacher, I see."

"Well, through this film, your directing style is almost mature, and it is up to you to be able to fly high in the future."

The two of them did not speak again, and continued to walk in the small garden.

Tian Xiang walked under the shade of the mottled trees, while Sun Yi was facing the sun, one old and one young, the sun and the shadow, as if it was the handover of an era.

After a turn, Sun Yi sent Mr. Tian back to the office.

"By the way, you have to set aside half a month next month to go out with me."

"Ah, where are you going?"

Sun Yi asked curiously.

"Go abroad."

Go abroad?

Sun Yi blinked his eyes, then suddenly realized something, and asked tentatively.

"Mr. Tian, you mean"

Tian Zhuang let out an "um", and then took out a document from the drawer.

Sun Yi hurriedly took it, looked at it, and was dumbfounded.

It's all in English.

I don't know most of them.

Sun Yi raised his eyes to look at Tian Xiang, but the latter would be like no one, holding his hands on his chest, shaking his head and closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Rub, this old man did it on purpose.

How to say Sun Yi's English, it is completely the standard of ordinary English level 4 under domestic education, and it is the kind that has not been used in nearly 20 years.

Simple daily communication is okay, but if you look at this kind of document full of English, it is really difficult for him.

I can't help but guess the content by a few words I know.

Look at the name.

“Beijing Film Academy”

Oh, he knows this, and this is talking about the Beijing Film Academy.

Look down.

“《the tuner》”

Tuner!

Seeing this, Sun Yi didn't care about it directly, and looked at the final signature.

“Cannes International Film Festival”

International, Film, Festival, the first unrecognized.

International Film Festival.

"Cannes International Film Festival?"

Seeing that Sun Yi guessed the answer, Tian Zhuang stopped teasing him and nodded with a smile.

"Your short film "The Tuner" has been shortlisted and can be screened at the film festival, which means that it has the hope of entering the final award unit."

Sun Yi waved his fist excitedly.

"Take advantage of the fact that there are still more than 20 days left, hurry up and surprise the English, don't understand anything by then."

Sun Yi smiled.

"Eh, isn't there still you old, you can just translate it for me when the time comes."

"I don't have that spare time, the young man is not motivated at all, okay, hurry up, don't be an eyesore to me."

If it weren't for Tian Zhuang's blowing beard and glaring at his eyes, Sun Yi wouldn't have thought of it.

You don't know English when you are old!

Driving away from the Beijing Film Academy, as soon as Sun Yi returned to the studio, Xiaoting stepped forward and whispered a few words to him.

Sun Yi was stunned when he heard this.

How did he get here?

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